I Want to Join the Inquisition

Two sapphire-blue eyeballs spun like marbles in Li Ziran's palm. He looked up at Cavis, who was imprisoning the Demon's soul, and frowned slightly. This eyeball was completely different from what Wood had described.

It was a pure blue, amber-like from within to without, beautiful.

If it were truly as Wood had said, there should have been an amber-like transparent world behind the pupil. It now completely failed to meet that description.

Yet Cavis had just extracted the clay tablet, and Li Ziran could feel that bizarre connection between himself and Bowente severing.

It had gone far more smoothly than imagined. In Li Ziran's understanding, there should at least have been a great battle. After all, this was the Time Ghost. Yet now, only the souls of several Inquisition members had left their bodies; no one had truly died.

He glanced at the soul bound to the Cross and frowned slightly.

The other party made muffled sounds as though it wanted to say something, yet it could not squeeze out even half a word.

"What are you thinking about?" Having obtained the organ that summoned the Redemption Spell, Cavis was in high spirits. He no longer held the same hostility toward Li Ziran. "Still not reassured?"

Li Ziran nodded. He no longer knew whom to trust and smiled. "It went a little too smoothly."

"Heh heh!" Cavis gave a contemptuous laugh. "Li Ziran, what do you think the Inquisition does? Do you really think we're a bunch of useless fools? I'm not bragging—so long as these ghostly things hidden in the Red Soil Continent let me grasp even a shred of their spiritual power, they won't be able to run. It's instinct, understand?"

Li Ziran nodded. He could understand it, just as he understood surgery.

But Wood's words clung to